After a day of doing what I personnaly do best, student stuff and hanging out (thanks Lindsey and Alicia), I sent an email to my fav prof declairing that I was a Marxist of the truest sense before the communists fucked it all up, watched an awesome episode of Supernatural followed by bits and pieces of a show called Shark which ended with the writers making some stupid statement about fathers and daughter, which found me and Mike outside in the garden 2 cigarettes later (him smoking, I dont smoke) I am standing there with a glass of wine (Colombia Crest Merlot 2002 THanks Eddie!) crying about how those writers didnt know shit. I told Mike about how I was thumbing through the next box of pictures to be sorted in Dads scrapbook pile and found some left over Christmas picutres that he had duplicated probably around 2001. I rememberd how I hated those pictures and I thought I looked fat etc and he sent them out to everybody he had literally ever met. I always felt so sorry for him that I wasnt cookie cutter or this or that or smarter, but I see that none of it never mattered.
so after solving the worlds problems I came back in and decided to record this obscure Joan Baez song that I ran across the other day. Its just a silly whim, but I have always adored this song and I didnt go crazy. THis is just a random first recording for fun.
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